Best Hardens Poems
I wonder from all the seasons,
which one is me?
How do nature's elements
define my identity?
When clouds reflect judgement,
it does not matter what they think,
I do not reflect what they see.
I've seen petals blossom through concrete,
felt the turbulent tears of Everest's crumbling peaks
and I know
I'm no master of destiny, but I believe in fate.
As butterflies depart in the season of diversity,
I see green crumble from crimson to brown -
still they dance in the wind.
As the earth beneath me hardens
within the
secret garden of my mind,
weeds die, like frozen spirits.
I allow erratic winds to whistle,
as my soul sleeps silently,
unaware of the snowstorm
cold does not define me.
April showers soften sleeping meadows,
the fireball in the sky, hints upon his return.
I ponder how nature's palette will paint
her poetry upon this season's empty canvas
we all fall, but we keep the faith for re-growth.
The soul rejoices upon sight of the Gemini moon,
blooming through the constellation of twins,
adrift in tranquil warm air, under serene blue skies.
Surrounded by an abundance of kaleidoscopic petals,
their delicate fragrance, becomes my poetry,
an expression of character and personality
I ponder, maybe this is me.
Silent One
Simple musing
27 May 2019
Categories:
hardens, analogy, seasons, spiritual,
Form:
Prose Poetry
~poet at night~
I lay here in the dark all alone with my thoughts
Gazing up where the stars hang above
Solitude my best friend,
The tides reach my toes
---Inhale and exhale is how it goes
I found the most relaxing breath
My dreams at this point are all I have left
The air blows and hardens the tips on my chest
I let my mind wonder about the man I love
Dwelling over the feelings only I know of
Allowing my mind to drifts into the ocean of salted waters
Drifting away peacefully--
The waves carry poetic whispers into my ear
At last my heart broke every code coming from;
the silent windtalker
I close my eyes to feel the pain locked in my soul
Water rising up, grabbing at my free will by the hand
In comfort and solace, this night
Floating with tensions to release what I log in and log out
Wakening up to the screams of a life and its poetic eyes
Melting my heart away, the wind and its poetic cries
Lost at sea every night, waking up to the still of the night
When indeed alone---
I found myself in the arms of solitude
by; P.D.
Categories:
hardens, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Spring
summons
season of
rebirth, where birds
build nests for new-borns.
Nature's palette spreads joy
as bright colours flourish with
buttercups, daffodils, bluebells,
blooming with rows of vibrant tulips.
Golden orb begins to spread its warm rays,
virgin summer roses bloom like rubies.
My inner child smiles at butterflies,
fledglings expand their tiny wings.
Mild rain hydrates perfumed buds.
Rainbow dahlia garnish,
under turquoise skies.
Sweet pea prolongs
around trees,
screening
stalks.
I
shiver
at the loss
of my blossoms
crumbling in Autumn.
Green turns yellow then brown,
as clouds grieve and bleed charcoal.
Auburn leaves decorate soaked paths.
Flock of birds soar to pleasant pastures.
Flashbacks from laid to rest souls resurface.
Winter weaves frozen cobwebs as winds howl.
Dark days, cold nights with nature naked,
sun hides its glow as ground hardens.
Snow kissed evergreen sepals,
covered in pristine white,
appear grand until,
bitter raindrops,
create ice
upon
them.
Categories:
hardens, appreciation, nature, seasons,
Form:
Etheree
Autumn in Waiting
I love when vineyards turn
to yellow, orange, and red.
I will get up an hour later,
and may earlier go to bed.
The valley floor strewn wide,
with Chardonnay leaves.
Growing tall on their stalks,
are the corn in their sheaves.
Clouds shaping skyward,
sculpting Michelangelo’s art.
Grapes gone to seedlings,
waiting cold winter’s heart.
Whips of wind curl and lick,
at sleeping summer gardens.
Burgundy mums fall and nod,
in clay that freezes or hardens.
Blonde grasses turn white,
waiting for tinges of green.
While other trees go to sleep,
with leaves no longer seen.
Things seem to linger,
or stop nature’s clocks.
Birds preen their feather’s,
to fly south from our docks.
Time, stopped for the mellow,
with unknowing hesitation.
We wait for the deep sleep,
of wet winter’s presentation.
-Edlynn Nau
© November 10, 2019
Categories:
hardens, autumn, nature, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
“Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.”
Rumi
In times of persecution, poems give me butterflies,
but meaningless scribes leave behind silent lullabies.
Life has abandoned me to burn in embers of rage,
now my words are leaving me facing a blank page.
In your soul I placed the catharsis of my poetry,
now I'm exhaling the exhaustion from empathy.
Fate keeps triggering a release of perpetual pains,
I guess we don't appreciate the sun until it rains.
Should I be judged against a typical male stereotype,
suffering from the sins of a macho archetype?
I'm dancing away from fears of toxic masculinity,
you may disagree, but I respect all forms of femininity.
Fields of fairness bloom in my flowery poetic garden,
but some use your words as weapons when their heart hardens.
Many petals die in the pursuit of perfection,
yet we still sow seeds to grow forever flowers of affection.
I refuse to wash my hands in rivers of regret,
we can't wear the same crown with a suspicious mindset.
I can't let destiny drown in those tides of jealousy,
there's no prettiness to pettiness and hypocrisy.
Conversing with tantalizing tears of torment,
composes musical misery with a chorus of repent.
Why sabotage the things you love the most, settling for silence?
Search for a stairway to attain peace and end demonic violence.
Promises of patience are a symphony we'll make,
the mere reflection of me shouldn't cause heartache.
You believe this heart is made of steel and cement,
like artificial apologies and roses without a scent.
In reality we can reflect like rays of a graceful sunrise,
so when you don't doubt my worth, together we can arise.
Categories:
hardens, analogy, community, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme
I see this perfect moon-lit night
with million heart-shaped stars in sight
ill-clad with none but drooping leaves
a fig-tree fraught with a disease
its beauty once majestic spoilt
in battle lost ‘gainst arid soil
Against all odds with all its might
a lone fig struggling to the light
I near the tree with footsteps sure
and marvel at perfection pure
a beauty of blue-blooded type
abstained for years I match its ripe
Then common sense lets turmoil in
footsteps once sure now uncertain
like Eve had been that first aeon
I’m gripped twixt hard rock and a stone:
like angels do, with caution tread
or foolishly go right ahead?
I gaze to heav’n the slightest while
a star winks with the merest smile
I wink back once, fig’s beauty draws
no human born without its flaws
entranced, I reach to nature’s art
a softness settles in my heart
I’m awestruck by my juicy dish
on first bite I will make a wish
I pare my find with great aplomb
perfection glows within its womb
I wish upon my luscious feast
well soon I too would be deceased
The love was pure twixt you and me
from knee-high way past puberty
your final gift bore on bent knee
aware your last meal it would be
our fig we shared with great delight
first you, then me, alternate bites
Heart’s softness hardens, deeply torn
a lone tear in each eye is born
they multiply, become yet more
in memory of our days of yore
this perfect fig brought none but pain
no fig will pass my lips again
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Categories:
hardens, girlfriend-boyfriend, nostalgia, passion, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
He paces steadily in the ash of evening
while a neck cranes to watch the darkness fall:
an armor on his back hardens amidst
the chatter of leaves at the far end
of a sea where danger waits.
Through a haze, a fearless turtle
stands guard against the rage of winds;
his beaded eyes cautiously
scanning predators as flowers bend
for comfort of night’s droning hum.
Displaying an ancient legacy, he traverses
the mossy dune with shell and flippers
kneading stealthily in cunning motion…
oh, bearer of water and earth
evolves like a mystical ninja turtle
carrying the load to find a jeweled star.
Cyndi MacMillan's Free Verse- Turtle Contest
by nette onclaud
Categories:
hardens, animal, character, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
MUSTANGS
The ground shudders, and shakes,
Under pounding hooves.
Echoing against canyon walls.
Fast and furious wild hearts beat,
Keeping equal pace, with the prairies,
Wide divide.
From within hell's fiery furnace,
Tempered muscle drives motions sinew.
Behold evolution's die hard breed,
Built for no other purpose except,
Excessive Speed.
Racing along at razors edge,
Accelerating testing endurance's,
Brute strength.
Mustangs roam god's vast expanse,
Deserts devils burning blazing trails.
Encounters ghostly figures, dwelling amongst,
Forbidden territories reservations.
Dust clouds shadow creatures alluding,
Humanities intensive detection.
Harnessing destiny's forgotten beasts,
Freedom's native horses challenging,
Limitless domain.
Blackened pitch melting seamlessly,
Mixing with hewed grays.
Heaven's canvas erupts.
Storms rage splits lightening’s,
Aftershock,
Herding horse flesh towards,
Maximum Resolution.
Divine specters haunting thunders,
boarder lands, slick footed range warriors.
Traveling hidden roads ancient paths.
Natures raw power hardens brutalities
Magnificence.
Rival Arabians fight to prove dominates.
One lone stallion stands, dark bristling mane,
Brushed by evenings cooling breeze.
The leader takes cliffs highest plateau.
As silences experienced guardian,
He watches cautiously.
Resting at sunsets twilight hour,
Quenching thirsts, unyielding desires.
Next to waters crystal streams they ease.
Gently relieving tension's strains
Beside one another.
Comforts unity beneath reflective,
Moonlight's softness.
Mares and colts whinny in graduates,
Thanks.
Soon it shall come upon them,
Once more.
Dawn's rays cross horizons palette,
Under universal skies.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
hardens, adventure, america, animal, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
G rowth requires the reins of pain, the curing singe of fire
I nside we shrink, we quiver, quake but we rise inspired
V ictory through vice, challenge hardens resolve, lifts higher
I nnocence belayed, tried, can raise us whole, entire.
N ever damn the pain, decline the fight, rise, with life conspire
G od knows what's best this I believe what comes must transpire.
T he faint of heart, will never know the crucible, the pyre
H aving never risked the plunge, never left the flowery briar
A nd angrily bemoaned the dark, the pain, the fret conspired
N ever giving thanks for the test, the trials which seem most dire
K iss the ring, the ground, blow kisses skyward to the Holy Crier
S uch gifts as these diverse and free, all necessary and desired.
Contest Count Your Blessings
Date: 11/14/12
Categories:
hardens, faith,
Form:
Acrostic
Sitting in front of the fireplace,
thinking melancholy thoughts ...
brooding, dark contemplate
Lonely heat I feel from the flame,
I hear the fire whispering your name
Memories shimmering in the blazing light;
days of pure happiness, nights of sheer delight
I see your smiling face so clear in the flame
Sparkling is your eyes,
dazzling is your silence
As cold darkness covers the room,
wilted joy never to again bloom
I see our love dying in the flame
Dazzling is your lips,
sparkling is your silence
No words said as you’re leaving ...
Diamond grief hardens me,
and the love we knew turns into ashes
Residue of you remains in my heart
Diamonds don’t melt in the fire,
sapphires don’t burn in the flame
In my heart is branded your name
Ice don’t melt in the fire,
diamonds don’t burn in the flame
My life is now empty carbon ashes
Desires don’t melt in the fire,
sapphires don’t burn in the flame
Residue of you is tears of sad ashes
Ice don’t melt in the fire,
diamonds don’t burn in the flame
Residue of you is ashes in an urn
Diamonds glow in the fire,
sapphires sparkle in the flame
Residue of you is a burnt paper with my name,
Diamonds don’t melt in the fire,
sapphires don’t burn in the flame
Still in my broken heart is mended your name
Diamonds glow in the fire,
sapphires sparkle in the flame
Residue of you is loving ashes fire forgiven
Categories:
hardens, emotions, loneliness, lost love,
Form:
Ode
Canvas,
Soft brush strokes touch your lips
every word a colour
caressing those little bits
creating a soul
a whole
a panpsychism
free conscious
no objections
I the bristles bending with the curves
biting down at the turn
of the page
bookmarked the darkness bleeds
and I surface for another read
red looked up at green
back to blue
a sky of a different hue
a fresh river view
eyes stay the course
the cart driven by the horse
the breeze hardens the hairs
you soak them in your warmth
we return
always we return
to gaze at the moon
or is it the sun
perception
all a matter of trust
thrust in the throes
where lust is the precursor
to love
painted
outside the lines
Categories:
hardens, love,
Form:
Romanticism
No matter how much you make yourself believe,
That you have a baby,
That your drawing for somebody is more than someone else's life,
That your visions on the other side of the earth
Are a reality for somebody,
That you are at least furthermore than what you create,
That sometimes eyes closed you hear a baby crying,
Who had been deprived of a chance by you to be born,
Because you grew up And now lock yourself up like a monk,
In your own city,
In your own home,
In your own book,
In tour own self.
You seek happiness and find tranquillity,
you long for meat and you drink milk,
you want honey and drink sugarless coffee,
You want to have a wife
And you draw the face of a weeping woman.
Who wants sex,
But faints at the sight of blood,
she cuts nails on her fingers,
Trembles and wears a diaper for the first time.
During an excess of endorphins, When the heart tries to calm down
And the hands are still trembling
She pours the wild berry tea for herself
And waters the flower in the pot.
She picks up the phone and calls him,
In whose memory she was created,
That is you who read these words,
You, who imagined every word - in action,
You who made a short film in yourself
And you, who have the illusion
about the thing Which is not written in this poem ...
When your life scattered like sand in the air,
Or when there is rain instead of romance,
It hardens and toughens your being like wet cement,
And then it gets cold and you have no firewood,
To warm your hands,
A hat and long hair cover your ears,
Come and I will kiss you on the frozen nose.
An hour passes, followed by a day, a week, a second, and a third ...
And I see
Whatever I write
And no matter what you draw,
And no matter what she sings
And he ...
If you feel that you are not a soul to somebody,
Then you realize it was worth dreamier husband,
which immortalized you on the canvas
And so your past life had little meaning!
Categories:
hardens, angel, baby, freedom, girl,
Form:
Free verse
Strengthy comes in many forms
something that moves one within
to reach heights before unsurpassed
this if successful would make a spin
Strength I have known in my life
given the capacity to raise the norm
having within my inner self to touch
a force that feels like a mighty storm
Needing a determination so excellent
one which perseveres to your end
refusing never giving up in life
as you search for your perfect blend
All of my life words been so difficult
a stammer that held progress back
at school, work socially feels inadequate
my spirit spoke up to go on to attack
So real inner strength been my power
never giving up when often felt like it
this power has been heaven sent
rolling me along for what's been meant
("The same boiling water that softens the potato hardens the egg. It's about what you're made of, not the circumstances." - Anon. )
Categories:
hardens, life, power, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
Come to know truth in simple terms,
Embrace the zest that zeal inspires;
Live love's sure proof in living germ,
Explore that quest that frames the fire;
Be one true soul that knows just how,
Reach deeper then to a grand sway;
Attract what holds the way of now,
Thrill strokes and blends that forge the way;
Embrace the feel of show and tell.
Quit the old tact that hardens heart,
Use time to will the healthy spell;
Enjoy the pact that seeds firm start,
Succinct the tale that ever grows,
Truth does prevail to stage love's show.
Leon Enriquez
30 July 2015
Singapore
Categories:
hardens, beauty,
Form:
Sonnet
It is wise to direct your anger towards problems - not people; to focus your energies on answers - not excuses.
(William Arthur Ward)
If kept bottled up, a poison taken like vitamins,
this elixir will eat you from the inside. Ears
pierced not with pretty jewels, but allowed to be
stabbed over and over again with curses. Blessings
should have been returned, kisses for the enemy,
not for lips but for grace. Bitterness hardens
the arteries, the heart becomes a surgeon’s slab.
Anger
entered with close encounters, with flying spit
not holy water, with not the shadow of the King
but of a spouse, leaning in not for a hug, but
for elocution and effect sans affection. Forgetfulness
of passion as if you were an annoying passerby.
Still
you hold your breath after all the tears have puddled
around the bathroom concrete, almost losing
your sanity…repeat…repeat, and grace.
Enough
love left, your mind nearly slipped into the abyss,
but you pointed a dagger finger at the enemy,
the devil, and shouted adamantly, “No! No! No!”
and God
turned it all around, your anger buried underground,
your love melted your husband’s heart. Reverberations
of a sound mind go out…go out to all. Applause
of angel armies, the good guys, the surprise
of grace.
Kiss…kiss…erase the bad times. Good times roll.
Categories:
hardens, anger,
Form:
Free verse